~My Plutonian Puppet (*A Sonnet)

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She'll wrap me in webs as planets are spun--
Long, slender silver threads from cold moons hang
to the apex of my apogee, smiles

--dance with soft stars radiant reflection,
where their methane skies still warm up her sighs.
Tomorrow reminds me, black holes exhale--

more harsh than a Jupiter wind, across
her wide open mouth; her bent crescent eyes.
Galaxies try to capture her essence,

pure as the silk threads that move her feet—hands,
propelling my Plutonian puppet
at light speed dancing back into my arms.

She refills my soul with the dark of night.
She is my puppet on an endless flight.

Louis Rams
as always a beautiful write that takes the reader on a magical flight.

Chaos1214
A magical composition, and she sounds like a keeper : )

welshpoet (Chris Smith)
Got some catching up to do to read your excellent work

Sandra Dodd
Congrats on your 100th poem published at PF and what a great original it is. Missed reading yours during my absence!

Louis Rams
the last verse is the touching point in this one. gteat write !

Kerry O'Connor
Yay!! He's back! With a poem that packs a punch and lays down the gauntlet for writers of modern sonnets.

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Yes, i like this, Red B...Been awhile since i have seen this A-traditional Sonnet structure(tercets)....It works quite well, as you intergrate each stanza in a wrap-a-'round segway that weaves so smoothly. ...Kudo's !\\\FjR///